Here are a couple more flicks from my hike through the Redwoods that I didn't get a chance to post before. It was one of the most strikingly beautiful and majestic places I'd ever visited. Unblemished by humanity and its poisonous touch, the forest had an air of ancient wisdom and a gloomy aesthetic that was so enchanting yet remarkably pure and simple.
"Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet."
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